Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody. We travel separate roads of life gather flowers along the way and share the music of their fragrance. We exist between two winds, I here under a pale moon you, the other end of somewhere. Sometimes when wind blows through trees I pause to listen and in its passing I hear the tenderness of your voice that fills the spectrum of my soul. You are the chime of warm rain, the moon that glows through the trees and within the luster of evening your aura fills the scene. I hear the whispers of the wind see the stars shine in the sky, but I hold the sunrise in my pocket. Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you. - Orania Hamilton -
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 19:58:48 +0000
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